My first bike was a huffy 10 speed that was apparently assembled from cast iron pipes and thick sheets of steel stamped and crimped into something vaguely resembling the silhouette painted on ground in bicycle lanes. 2 days into my ownership I skillfully navigated the bike down a concrete embankment with me still on it, resulting a significant number of stitches and facial scars visible to this day.
This gave me an exaggerated appreciation of high quality bicycles. I saved on and off for 15 years to get a fairly top end bike, not flashy by contemporary standards, but very high quality. It was very satisfying to lay my hands on it.
This gave me an exaggerated appreciation of high quality bicycles. I saved on and off for 15 years to get a fairly top end bike, not flashy by contemporary standards, but very high quality. It was very satisfying to lay my hands on it.
